Resentment is like drinking a poison
and waiting for the other person to die.
You will find this hard to believe, but I know a thing or two about resentment. Does that surprise you? It's true, I do look so poised and serene in my spankin' new picture. And, of course, those of you who have met me probably recall how waves of compassion and forgiveness just seem to radiate off my skin.
But here's my dirty little secret: I've been known to hold a grudge. Once, a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away called Henry M. Gunn Senior High School, I wrote an essay on The Lord of the Flies. I swear, it was the best thing I had ever written. It was smart and innovative; probably it could have been the basis for a fricking dissertation, and all I got was a stinking B+. Now I have nothing against B+'s in general. It's just that this essay was a masterpiece. This was in 1981. I'm still a little aggrieved; I still blame that teacher for perpetuating a great injustice.
These days, most of the resentments I harbor involve people (teachers mostly) who, for some strange reason (reality mostly) do not seem to recognize the innate genius and sparkling personalities of my children. But, I am working on letting those things go. I am working on getting those waves of compassion and forgiveness that radiate off me to actually seep inside me and fill the well. Because, in the end, Princess Leia does have the Force on her side. Giving into resentment really only poisons you. It's not like my high school English teacher ever regretted that B+ he gave me. It's not like the bourgeois teacher who is too blind to recognize the brilliant literary quality of a little story called "The Fateful Journey of Paul Revere's Horse," is crying over her inconceivable choice not to hang said story on the wall. My resentments do nothing to these cretons. My resentments only poison me. So....I am breathing in, and I am breathing out. I am not living in the past, and I am not living in the future. I am right here. Now. Wondering who the hell ate my last birthday cupcake.